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About Philadelphia

So I’m picturin it, right? Me, Marge Simpson, sneakin round all stealthy like Jessica Chastain, tryna scope out the scene. “We gotta find her, Marge!” I mutter to myself, clutchin my pearls. Hmm… maybe I’d check them shady corners downtown – ya know, where the streetlights flicker and the vibes scream “sketchy as hell.” Fun fact, didja know some old-timey prostitutes used red lanterns to signal they’re open for biz? Wild, right? Like a secret code!

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Ms Connelly was stabbed to death in her van in Greeves Street almost two weeks ago. Community Services Minister Mary Wooldridge and the local.

Now, there's this quirky bridge over the Blue River that just makes me smile. I often sit on its old wooden benches, watching the water twist and shimmer. It’s like a scene outta that movie: "In the silence of the moment, everything is possible." Nah, really! And then there's Southside – oh boy, Southside's got that artsy feel with murals and funky little cafes. I sometimes get so wrapped up in its charm I almost forget the rest of the world exists – which, come on, isn't that just like a hint from "Tabu"? "The past speaks, the future listens."

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